You can't always get what you want.

I wanted to write this moving, powerful, soul shaking blog today. Well I wrote about 23,815 different things and they all crashed and burned. They were either boring, had no depth, or sounded like a five year old was blogging. So I’m just going to list random things that are on my mind, in no particular order. I cannot promise any amazing revelations, but I do know that this is one side of me. The side of me that is random, unorganized, and frenetic, with a touch of A.D.D.

I hate my cell phone. I had a great weekend. I spent $15 at Goodwill today and bought the coolest pieces for my bedroom art project that I’m working on. XBF, I hate it when I’m there but feel so much better afterwards. I have a countdown for the 30 Seconds to Mars show (13 days!). I only let certain people know everything about me. I still want that tattoo. I hate feeling helpless. You can’t take money with you when you go. I like cooking. I’m ready for school to be over. Every time I walk into Crosspointe I feel safe. Since my exams are over I actually get to read what I want to, not essays, quizzes, or journal responses. I love my friends. When I stop moving and actually have time to think about things I am conflicted, confused, and questioning a lot. In my dream home I want to have a room where the walls are lined with books, floor to ceiling. I want so much but am unsure if any of it will actually happen. I love getting mixed CD’s. I wear flats, heels hurt. If I see a “check all that apply” I check them all. I refuse to be put in a box.